I put my hands up to my face
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So hard for me to just embrace the lens
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The moment's gone and now I'm dry
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And how the camera can reply
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Cool babies and soft operations
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Holding my hand, throwing coins in my cup
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Twisting numbers and public relations
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Tell me to sit there and just shut up
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Don't... Don't
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Don't take my
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Don't take my picture
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Don't... Don't
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Don't take my picture
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I try to give it everything
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The games I play, the songs I sing
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What do I do, do I propose
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Oh how the camera as I spoke
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Cool babies and soft operations
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Holding my hand, throwing coins in my cup
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Twisting numbers and public relations
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Tell me to sit there and just shut up
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Don't... Don't
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Don't take my
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Don't take my picture
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Don't... Don't
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Don't take my picture
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Don't want you to take my picture
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Don't want you to take my picture
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Don't want you to take my picture
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Don't want you to take my picture
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Cool babies and soft operations
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Holding my hand, throwing coins in my cup
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Twisting numbers and public relations
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Tell me to sit there and just shut up
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Cool babies and soft operations
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Holding my hand, throwing coins in my cup
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Twisting numbers and public relations
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Tell me to sit there and just shut up
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I hate camera
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| the bird and the bee |
